by Skye Warren
He slams the door shut behind us as we feel the building shaking as the nose of the avalanche crashes down the mountain over the small cabin. He grabs a wood-framed couch with moth-eaten cushions, and I pick up the other end, and we use it to barricade the doors.
There’s a loud crash on the roof of the cabin, and we can see the snow packing in around the cabin, blanketing us in darkness. The log frame of the cabin groans loudly under the weight of the snow, and I jump as the windows shatter.
It’s a long minute before the air falls silent and I breathe out a sigh of relief. I slowly take my goggles off my head and toss them to the floor. I feel a comforting squeeze around my other hand and realize I’m clasping Brett’s gloved hand in mine.
He turns on his flashlight, and I smile at him awkwardly, pulling my hand from his. “Sorry,” I whisper.
He pulls his ski mask off his head and smiles back at me. “That was incredibly quick thinking.” He says.
“Thank you.” I can feel my face flushing again, but thankfully it’s too dark even with the flashlight for him to see.
He steps up in front of me and holds me by my shoulders. “You just saved both of your lives.”
I think he means it.
“Does that mean I pass?” I laugh out in disbelief.
“With flying colors.” He says laughing.
Suddenly, my legs feel like Jell-O, as the rush of adrenaline fades from my body. I drop my pack to the ground and let myself fall on the couch braced against the front door.
“Did that just happen?” I don’t know who I’m asking or what I’m expecting for an answer.
But the reality of the situation just came crashing down on me. We’re stuck under an avalanche. There’s probably over thirty feet of snow on top of us right now, and we’re hoping on the strength of a hundred-year-old cabin.
Brett puts his pack on the floor and drops to the other side of the small couch. He spreads his legs, pressing his thigh against mine as he pulls the backpack between his legs and digs out his electric lantern.
I’m very aware of the heat radiating from his thigh pressed against mine as he turns the lantern on and its warm light fills the cabin. He turns his flashlight off and clips it back into its pocket.
“That was insane!” I laugh out in shock. “You know, for a second I thought that might have been your twist on the test.”
Brett’s laugh fills the cabin. “That’d be some fucking twist.”
“I know, right?” I laugh and suddenly snap my mouth shut as there’s another massive rumble and the packed snow pushes through the cracked windows into the cabin.
We sit there in silence for a moment after the rumbling ends. Brett breaks the silence first. “I think that’s the end of it.”
“Was that me being loud?” I ask.
“No.” He shakes his head. “We can’t make enough noise inside to have an effect on the snow outside. We’re packed in tight.”
I feel a flutter of heat in my core at his words. How is it that even at a time like this, I can change his innocent explanation into a dirty thought? But I’d really like him to pack it tight inside me.
“Have you been through an avalanche before?” I ask, trying to be a professional.
“Once.” He says.
“Well, you lived,” I state the obvious.
He nods as he takes the rescue beacon from his jacket and activates it.
“All we can do at this point is wait for rescue.” He tilts his head up and looks at the ceiling. “The beacon should be strong enough to get a signal out. They’ll be looking as soon as it’s safe to.”
I look around the mostly empty cabin. It’s cold in here, and there’s a fireplace, and a few cords of wood.
“It’s a shame the chimney’s packed,” I say, kicking the firewood gently with my ski boots.
“It’d eat up all the oxygen anyway.” He says.
“Yeah,” I say, and walk back to the couch. I’m tempted to take off my boots, but I know I’ll need every bit of insulation.
“We have enough food and water to last as long as we need,” Brett says as he takes the emergency rations from his pack. “Our main enemies are going to be a lack of heat and oxygen.”
I nod. Our situation seems a lot grimmer when he says it like that. But I guess we’re lucky even to be alive.
“We have our oxygen bottles,” I say. “How long do you think the air in here will last?”
“Hard to say.” He says. “Two days maybe? The cold might get to us before then.”
“We could strip and get into a sleeping bag.” I joke, feeling my face go warm again. There I go again. Making myself look stupid.
“That’s a good idea.” He says with a grin.
My eyes go wide as he takes a sleeping bag out of his pack and unrolls it, opening the zipper.
“Get yours out; we’ll zip them together.” He says.
I stand there, working my mouth open, unsure what to say. “I was joking.” I finally say.
“I’m not.” He says. “We’re losing precious heat every second we stand here. The cabin’s too big to warm up from our body heat and the wood will just absorb our warmth instead of reflecting it back.”
He zips down his jacket and tosses it on the couch. His huge biceps draw my eyes and my mouth drops open as he takes off his boots and drops his pants to the floor. He looks amazing, even in long johns.
He looks up at me, with a quizzical look on his face. “Unless you mind?”
“No.” I stammer. “It’s not that. I just…”
“We can stay back to back if you want.” He grins. “I don’t want to make things uncomfortable for you.”
My eyes hone in on the package between his legs. Even in the frigid cold, I can tell he’s as big as I’d imagined he’d be. Maybe even bigger.
I can’t believe this is happening. I’d fantasized about Brett since I saw him the first day I arrived. And now he’s ready to climb into a sleeping bag with me near naked. And all it took was a Goddamned avalanche.
Be careful what you wish for I guess.
“Okay. I guess you’re right” I say. I take my sleeping bag out of my pack and toss it over to him,f and start stripping out of my clothes.
Finally, down to just my socks and thermals, I climb into the sleeping bag next to him, and he zips it up over us. Goosebumps cover my skin, and I’m suddenly very aware of how hard my nipples are poking through my top in the frigid cold.
My heart is beating at a mile a minute as Brett turns on the lantern inside the sleeping bag, lighting us in a creepy orange glow. I can already feel our body heat warming up the air. His body runs so hot it’s like having a space heater inside the sleeping bag. A sexy, giant cock-having space heater.
“You want to go back to back?” Brett asks.
I look over at him and smile awkwardly. I hope he can’t tell how embarrassed I am in the dim glow of light from the foot of the sleeping bag.
“No.” My voice comes out hoarse from how turned on I am. God. I’m so embarrassing.
“I have to warn you.” He says as he turns his head to look at me with a grin. “I’m getting hard just from lying next to you.”
My eyes go wide and drop to his crotch. Where there was just a sizable bulge before, now I can see his massive cock pressing up against his long johns, trying to burst out.
“Holy shit,” I mumble under my breath.
“It’s hard to stay soft when I’m lying next to the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He smiles. “Especially one who just saved my life.”
Is he messing with me?
I force myself to tear my eyes away from his cock and look back at his eyes. He looks sincere.
“You think I’m beautiful?” I stammer. He better not be mocking me. That’d be too cruel at a time like this when it’s just dawning on me that we may not live through this.
“Why would you even ask?” He looks at me quizzically. “I’ve had the hots for you since the first day you showed up on this m
ountain.”
My mind reels at his words. I don’t know what to say. I look back at him, unsure of myself. I turn in the sleeping bag and lay on my side so I can get a better look at him.
“Why didn’t you ever say anything?” I ask, trying not to sound hurt. But why couldn’t he have told me that before? Here I was this whole time thinking he didn’t have any time to bother with a plain-looking girl like me, and he thinks I’m the hottest girl he’s ever met?
“’Cause I’m your instructor.” He says. “Under any other circumstances, I’d have made a move on day one. But I didn’t want anyone to think you passed because we were fucking.”
I can practically feel his cock twitching in his underwear when he says that last word.
“Yeah, that makes sense.” I smile up at him and inch my body closer to him. “I appreciate that, but…”
“But, what?” He asks.
I look down from his eyes, back down on his huge cock. I can feel the heat growing between my legs. At least we’re warming up the sleeping bag.
“Well…” I stop myself for speaking for once so I don’t embarrass myself any further.
“Come on.” He says, putting a large hand on my arm. “We’re buried under hundreds of tons of snow with maybe a ten percent chance of a rescue. This is not the time to keep quiet.”
I look up at him and smile. Those words shouldn’t comfort me. There’s nothing good about facing down your death with such bad odds. But he’s right. This is no time to worry about being embarrassed.
“It’s just that we could have been fucking for months.” I laugh softly. “And here we are under an avalanche, mostly naked in a sleeping bag, hoping to be rescued before we run out of oxygen.”
He rubs his hand on my arm, passing me his warmth. He brushes it up my shoulder, and on the back of my neck.
“Sounds like we should make up for lost time.” He says.
Before I can respond, he pulls me in towards him and crushes his lips against mine. I’m shocked still for a moment, unsure how to respond. The man of my dreams who I’d thought was completely out of my league just confessed that he’s been wanting to fuck me as long as I’ve wanted to fuck him. And now he’s kissing me.
And all it took was an avalanche.
I wrap an arm around his back and pull myself against him as I press back against his lips. He tastes like cherry chapstick. His tongue tastes my lips and presses between my lips to slip inside my mouth. I hope he likes the taste of orange chocolate chapstick.
He seems to as his tongue laps hungrily at mine, licking my lips, sucking my bottom one into his mouth. I breathe heavily against his lips as he pulls away from my mouth.
“I’ve been waiting a long time to do that.” He says.
“Me too.” I breathe back, my last word eaten by his mouth as he kisses me again. His lips travel down my chin, onto my jaw, and down my neck. I gasp as his nibbles on my neck and his hands reach down my back to squeeze my ass.
I’ve wanted this so long, and this might be the last time I ever fuck. I don’t want Brett to hold back.
“Harder.” I cry, and he doesn’t disappoint, as he digs his teeth deeper into the soft skin of my neck. I moan against his head, relishing the sweet pain in my neck.
He pulls his mouth from my neck, dragging his teeth over my flesh and looks me back in the eyes. “You like it rough.” He says. “I love that.”
“Oh, yes.” I gasp as he nibbles on my collarbone and palms my breasts through my top.
I grab the hem of my thermal and awkwardly pull it over my head inside the sleeping bag. He takes my small breasts in his hands and squeezes them roughly, making me gasp.
“You have the most beautiful breasts.” He says as he rubs my nipples with his broad thumbs.
“They’re small, though.” I gasp out as puts his hot tongue on my wrinkled peak and sucks it greedily into his mouth.
I fist his hair with one hand, holding him against my breast as my other hand wraps around his strong shoulder, feeling the warmth of his flesh. I cry out as he nibbles on my nipple, tugging on it with his teeth, before pulling away to look me back in the face.
“I love perky tits.” He says as his lips move to my other breast, tongue swirling around my nipple before biting down on it in a less gentle bite.
“Oh, God.” I moan. “You’re a devil.”
I pull up my knee and put it on his side, wrapping my calf around his leg, and grind my steaming crotch against his. I throw my head back and groan out loud as he bites down harder on my nipple, flicking its tip with his tongue, as he pulls and sucks on it between his teeth.
“I didn’t take you for a freak.” He says, as his hand presses up against my stomach and plunges inside my long johns.
I tilt my hips to give him a better opening as his hot hand cups my hungry pussy and slips a finger between my soaked lips.
“You’re so fucking wet.” He says, as he slips another finger inside me and gives me a hard pump.
“Oh, God.” I groan as he slams his two fingers deep inside me. “I want you to fuck me like it’s the end of the world.”
“All you had to do was ask.” He says, giving my nipple another hard bite.
I cry out as I feel him pulling down his thermals with one hand, kicking them down his leg inside the sleeping bag as his other hand churns inside my sopping pussy.
I pull my thermals down, as I feel his naked cock, hard as steel and fiery hot, pressing against my stomach. He pulls his fingers out of my pussy and presses them against my lips, nudging my mouth open. I suck my sweet juices off his fingers, treating them like I would his cock.
“You are a hot little slut.” He says as he grabs my ass from under me, and positions his cock at my entrance. “You ready for some cock?”
“Oh, yes.” I moan around his fingers, and I groan out loud as I feel his cock press against my entrance.
It looked massive in his underwear, but it feels even bigger inside me as he pulls me against him and shoves his cock deep inside me. He stretches me out, my wet walls sliding tightly against his cock as he pushes inch after inch inside me.
“Don’t go easy on me,” I beg, swirling my tongue around his fingers.
He takes his fingers out of my mouth, grabs my other ass cheek, and slams himself inside me to the root of his cock.
I arch my head back and scream as he starts rutting me like an animal in heat.
“Oh, God.” I groan out. “I’m cumming.”
My pussy clenches around his cock, pulsing with pleasure as he savagely slams his cock deep inside me. I kick my heel against the back of his thigh and dig my nails into his back, as an orgasm tears through me.
I writhe against him, as his unrelenting cock pounds me. He slams hard into me one last time, and I feel his cock bulge out and shoot hot jets of cum inside me. I throw my head back and bite down on my lip, cumming again as he takes my nipple into his mouth, biting down hard and sucking on its tip. I shudder against his body, both of us slick with sweat, as waves of pleasure wash through my body.
I breathe in deep and let out a long sigh as we lock eyes again.
“That was insane.” I can’t help but laugh.
“I know, right?” He laughs with me.
“I can’t believe this is happening.” I kiss him on the lips. “We are probably going to die, and instead of worrying about that, I’m getting fucked by the hottest man alive.”
“Happy to be here.” He kisses me back and squeezes my ass in his big hand.
“Really?” I laugh. “You’re happy to be caught in this avalanche?”
“With you?” He says. “Fuck, yeah.”
“You’re lying.”
“I wouldn’t change what happened for anything.” He says as he smacks my ass cheek. “Besides, if we make it through this, we’ll have a hell of a story to tell. So, it’s totally worth it.”
“You’ll have to censor the story.” I laugh, kissing him on the nose, and he responds by smacking me even harder on the a
ss. I groan, twisting so he has better access to my ass. “I can’t have the whole world knowing I’m a freak.”
“You are one horny slut.” He says as he winds his arm back as far as he can inside the sleeping bag and smacks me hard on the ass cheek.
I yelp, relishing the sting on my ass, and turn my head back to face him. I stick my ass back towards his still hard cock, wriggling it temptingly. “You can push me further if you want.”
He groans as he wraps his arms around me from behind and cups my tits in his hands. “Fuck you like it’s the end of the world, huh?”
“Yeah. Treat me like your fuck toy.” I moan as I press my ass against his cock. “I don’t want to die with any regrets.”
He pinches my nipples between his fingers and pulls on them till I groan. “If we make it through this, remind me to thank whoever set off this avalanche.”
He takes his cock in his fist, and guides it towards my entrance, dipping it in and spreading my wetness on his cock head. I moan, pressing back on him, wishing he’d take me the way I’ve never been fucked before. He wraps his other hand around my throat, pulling my head back against his neck as he thrusts inside me, deeper and deeper. Just as the feeling of his cock thrusting inside me begins to take me over, he pulls out and guides the tip of his cock against my rosebud.
I turn my head to see his eyes, and he smiles at me as his hand gently squeezes my throat.
“No regrets.” He grins as he presses his cock against my tight ring.
I gasp as his hand squeezes tighter around my throat, and his cock presses harder against me. “No regrets,” I whisper barely able to get out the words.
He groans into my ear, bites down on my neck as he presses his cock against my asshole, and pulls me against him by my hip. With each thrust, I feel him stretching me wider, slowly pressing his way in.
He reaches around me and slicks his fingers in my pussy, then slides his middle finger over my clit and starts pressing down on it gently.
“Oh, God.” I moan as he presses harder against me and I feel his tip slide inside me.
The feeling is incredible. It hurts, a lot more than when I’ve fingered myself, but it’s a good kind of hurt. The kind that intensifies every pleasure I feel.